Since discovering yesterday that Zhao Zhong's son was already dead, his right eye began to twitch uncontrollably, filled with a sense of impending calamity.
At that moment, he was furiously penning several letters, which upon finishing he immediately handed over to the steward, instructing him to secretly dispatch someone to deliver them, to reassure those who followed and were on good terms with him.
This was the first thing he had to do: pacify the people.
